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Date: 2018-07-01 08:28 am (UTC)You mean he looks less human. ...If it's any consolation, my roommate does look human, except for all the metal in his face, but I haven't fucked him, either.
[ Because that's why Shaw is really upset with his roommate, right? Because he's not deemed attractive enough to sleep with? Anyway, the room is clean enough, Thor thinks. He pushes into Shaw's space, hands pulling at Shaw's shirt to free it from his pants, and to feel the muscles of his stomach through his shirt while also using his weight and steady steps to push Shaw back more towards the bed behind him. ]
Good thing there are plenty of other available, attractive humans (and human-looking aliens) around.
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Date: 2018-07-01 11:35 am (UTC)[His heated protests as to why he doesn't get along with Pilot however will just have to wait, it seems. Or never happen at all. Since Thor is clearly not interested in them, and what he is interested in is very clear.
Out of reflexive habit more than anything he tries to hold his ground and even push back a little when Thor starts herding him like that. But he'd have more luck trying to go toe to toe with a mountain. Unf. That and the rough warm shape of the hand pawing his stomach is enough to get him not thinking at all about his room mate.]
...Good thing, yeah.
[Feeling his way up Thor's biceps, and going to rest a hand on his chin so he can tangle fingers a bit in his beard.]
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Date: 2018-07-02 02:37 pm (UTC)That's distantly in the future, though. For now, Thor gets to enjoy it, making a clever man go mindless under his hands. He keeps pressing forward against whatever show of resistance he receives, until Shaw is fully backed against the bed. And Thor adds a knee pressed between Shaw's legs then, to add to the steady press backwards, so that when Shaw is forced to fall back to sitting on the bed, Thor's able to drop smoothly with him, a knee on the bed, leaned over him, and no contact lost.
Contact gained in the drop, in fact, because Thor doesn't stop pushing forward, and as his hands caught between them start working open buttons, he keeps his mouth busy on Shaw's neck, kissing his skin, biting and sucking gently, breathing warm and speaking just below his ear in low, heated words. ]
What did I promise to do to you once I'd gotten you onto a bed? I can't remember.
[ He can remember every word, actually. But it'll be fun to hear Shaw repeat it back. And more than that, it'll be a measure for Thor of how much he actually wants any of that— the slowness, the teasing, the exhibition of what Thor had promised— to actually happen. Of course, Thor would enjoy the picture he painted exactly the way he'd said it, but if Shaw would only be uncomfortable through it all, it wouldn't be as enjoyable for either of them. This, simple touching instead of teasing, is just as easy for Thor to enjoy. The wonderful thing about sex is how many options there are for all involved. ...Also, you know, the sex itself is pretty great. ]
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Date: 2018-07-03 02:11 am (UTC)His fingers grip to Thor by the bicep, moving up until he's curling into his shoulder -- christ, his body is so solid, it's like pawing at a living rock almost. Before he knows what he's doing he's digging his heels in and trying to put all his weight from hips down into the floor, not because he wants to stop Thor at all but precisely because he wants to see if the other can really just keep pushing through his resistance like that. And he can, it turns out. His body surges forward without even slowing down, and why is it that something like that is turning him on so much? Shaw doesn't know, but he can feel his heart start to race and that dry taste of need is already on the edge of his tongue, which struggles not to glue itself to the roof of his mouth.
No one on Earth could do this to him so easily. But then Thor is very much not from Earth.
He barely registers his legs hitting the edge of the bed - there's a flash of hesitation, a moment where his brain tries to form the thought wait, but then there's that muscled leg between his legs pressing against his thighs through the fabric of his clothes and no, he can't stop this, he just can't. He can't even make himself try.
Somehow he has one hand gripped around the back of Thor's neck and the other still clinging for dear life to his shoulder and the simple dropping motion of him winding up seated on the bed made his head spin dizzily like the world was flipping upside down. He hasn't felt this wonderfully out of control in -- he doesn't remember. He doesn't know. His eyes squeeze shut reflexively and in response to the mouth delicately assaulting his neck he gives out a sharp "Ah!" of startled, helpless pleasure. Everything about him, his whole life, is constantly in momentum, constantly fighting: sex is one of the few things that can take it all out of him. Put a calm in him, a quiet that can never last nearly long enough to know peace. But how indescribably wonderful to be pinned by a force so strong he's defeated into being utterly still.
And then Thor has to go and ruin it a little by opening his mouth. A distant tickle of self-consciousness, brought on by pride and indignation, makes Shaw struggle to open his eyes again. He frowns and it isn't just addled wits that make him mutter as he tries to speak. His hesitance though is paper-thin, born as much out of stubbornness as it is anything.]
I, erm, don't remember either...not really...
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Date: 2018-07-04 03:13 am (UTC)He starts now, with one last kiss and a gentle bite of Shaw's ear, by leaning back enough to see his work, and smiling as he raises an eyebrow in mock-concern. His hands have Shaw's shirt opened, but there's another, thinner one beneath still in the way, and with Shaw clinging like he is, Thor doesn't bother to take the outer one off before pushing his hands up under the second one, rolling it up on the catch of his thumbs as his palms feel up Shaw's warm skin from stomach to chest, and he admires that view also, briefly, while he speaks in a voice low with want. ]
No? Damn, that's a shame. I know it was good.
[ He leans in again, his hands wide and pushing against Shaw's shoulders beneath the shirt, a knee still pressed between Shaw's thighs for him to straddle, and he forces him back down into the bed, bowing over him, mouth kissing a new place on his chest with every few words. ]
Well.... once I have you tied and gagged and begging for release, you won't be able to tell me. So if you remember anything I'd said before we get to that point, you might want to say something.
[ It's an empty threat, because Thor has no intention of doing any of those things. ...Well, maybe that last one, but certainly not the first two. Not with a man he hardly knows who hasn't asked him for it. He's only trying to get a rise out of Shaw, to get him to say what he wants, as he intended by asking the question. And however he answers, if he answers at all, Thor's already found his own entertainment by kissing Shaw's ribs and the space between, over his heart, and one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking, and teasing each gently with his teeth. ]
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Date: 2018-07-05 03:29 am (UTC)Before he knows it his torso is exposed, one layer of metaphorical protection gone and the other all but removed entirely. He has the fleeting thought Thor may rip his undershirt off rather than waste time and christ but soon as he thinks it the notion sends an electric thread of arousal through him all the way to his groin. The interplay of coolness across his suddenly bared skin and heat from the rough strong palms feeling him; taking possession of him with casual confidence Shaw can't but appreciate, even admire. Without realizing it he's rocking into Thor's knee slightly, until he's pressed all the way down on his back now and Thor's over him, his mouth everywhere on him, and he can't move an inch. He just can't.
Again however it's the sound of Thor's voice that breaks the spell a little, for as seductive in its own way as that hearty rumble is the things it's saying to him prick his pride and wake in him a sense of alarm. He wouldn't repeat what Thor said to him before because all he could think was 'He wants me to beg for it' with indignation; like he wasn't begging for it with his body already, enough. Shaw doesn't do the whole dirty talk thing in the bedroom, he's not used to this. He's not used to kink. He still thinks it's all about power and so to him it's starting to feel like Thor's playing an unnecessary game just to suit himself.
And then Thor goes on like he's going to tie him up and gag him and that sends an angry revolt shooting through, along his spine to his fingertips and wakes some of the feeling in his limbs again. He feebly struggles, still numbed and sluggish to the pleasure, and tries pulling his arms free even as he lifts his head, voice rising thickly from his throat to snap at him.]
No. You're not gonna do that to me -- nnngh... [He has to shut his eyes again, throwing his head back as he clenches teeth against a moan, distracted and flustered by Thor's mouth and teeth expertly working his nipple.] Don't you dare. Don't you dare...
[He's somewhere trapped between helpless-aroused and helpless-angry. Knowing there's not a damn thing he could do to stop Thor if he wanted to really manhandle him; not even entirely sure he might not enjoy it if he did. But resenting the hell out of the idea he might unwillingly find out.]
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Date: 2018-07-05 07:39 am (UTC)Alright, alright. No bondage.
[ Thor relents, his hands letting go of Shaw's shoulders to press against his ribs instead, not pushing down, but feeling out the curves of muscle and bone and warm skin, down his stomach and his sides. He keeps teasing one nipple with his mouth for the good sounds Shaw is making from it and how he rocks his hips, to see if maybe a little over-sensitivity might be enough to wring a true moan out of him. But he relents eventually, dragging the scratch of his beard against Shaw's skin on the way up higher on his chest where that undershirt is caught. Thor pulls it with his teeth before asking. ]
Take this off for me.
[ And then he follows the path of his hands with his mouth, kissing down Shaw's chest, his ribs, and down his stomach, as low as he can reach bent over while he is, while his hands drop even lower to open Shaw's belt. ]
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Date: 2018-07-05 06:22 pm (UTC)But even as he's breathing quickly to recover from that needless bit of exertion on his part those hands are stroking his sides, feeling out his bones and muscle, and it just feels so good it's easier to relax back into it. It isn't long before he moans again as Thor keeps going, sound still trapped in a closed mouth, but eventually he's giving audible soft pants as his jaw and lips fall open. Maybe that's a good consolation prize? Thor probably deserves something by now. For his part it's all Shaw can do right now to go back to feeling up the muscles at the back of his neck, all but clawing at that juncture where it meets broad shoulders as he holds on for dear life. He's usually way more...involved, at this point, but christ; that feel as the edge of Thor's strong jawline works against his chest, the soft scratch of his facial hair as he heads towards the hollow of his throat. It's all he can do to lie there with his eyes shut and give over to it, though almost involuntarily his hips keep pushing up to try and rub against Thor's body a few times.
And then of course the other man is talking again, but this time it's simple. This time it's an order he can easily comply with.
He takes a gasping second to catch his breath and then he fumbles his way into a halfway sitting up position, dragging his undershirt off like it's continued presence on his body offends him personally.
He tries not to rise any further, dipping chin to his chest as he watches riveted as Thor kisses his way down, enjoying the sight almost as much as the feel of it. Rests his weight on his hands and tenses with anticipation as those hands find his belt, the heat in his body like a taut bowstring on the verge of being plucked.]
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Date: 2018-07-05 08:39 pm (UTC)But Thor's aiming lower anyway, now that he has the belt opened, and then the fly of Shaw's pants. He pulls the slacks lower by the waist until they're barely riding on Shaw's hips, almost falling off of him, well below his clothed cock and out of the way. And there's more skin for Thor's mouth to find then, as he sucks a new bruise low onto one of Shaw's hips, his hands spread on his thighs, squeezing, before he drops even lower than that, nuzzling and mouthing Shaw's cock through his underwear, breathing warm and wetting the fabric with his tongue.
It's a shame he won't get the begging he would've liked or the story he'd painted for them on that night beach. But with all that closet talk, he can understand why. It's fine. He'll treat Shaw like a virgin this time, give him what he wants but won't ask for, and then once he's comfortable, a few days or weeks from now, Thor will try again. He's nothing it not stubborn, and he isn't easy to shake when he wants to make himself a nuisance, which Shaw all but begs for even without a word. ]
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Date: 2018-07-05 09:11 pm (UTC)Thor might get what he wants yet, reaction-wise, though it'll take a lot of persistence. Shaw after all is far from a virgin: and he doesn't want delicate, he actually does want rough. But he's so used to control, so used to seeking power; he tends to top other men automatically without necessarily even planning for it. The only way he knows to find pleasure in yielding is after he's done his best not to. He doesn't know how to give it up without a fight.
Especially with someone like Thor, who like it or not reminds him more of the men he's spent most his working life around - the men he always hid part of himself from, typically, rather than start a scene. He's not used to showing weakness, even pleasured weakness, to a man like that without being mocked for it. Without being made to pay, even hurt. He's not in the right mindset to know this is a safe place for him to keen and beg, to be more vulnerable in his wanting for a change.
In his mind he's already giving Thor plenty, offering what he has. Holding the door open for him to keep taking more, just so long as he doesn't mind not being handed it.
As he pets Thor's head aggressively his thumb strokes a path against the ridge of his brow and his hand finds a good hold by resting just behind his ear. He reaches down with the other though to give a tug at Thor's own attire, snapping the fabric of one shoulder strap.]
What about these? Don't I get a show, too?
[They're well on the way to none of his clothes being involved anymore, he thinks it's only fair Thor start losing his shirt too.]
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Date: 2018-07-07 08:00 pm (UTC)Ah, he can speak!
[ Since Shaw doesn't ask just for the vest to be removed, but for a show, Thor decides to have fun with that. (rip Owen) With one last gentle drag of his teeth over the fabric wet from his mouth, Thor leans back further in his kneeling, slow to do it, hands dragging over Shaw's thighs, before he stands and loses contact, and steps back further. Rather than the vest, he starts with the bracers on his wrists, which he doesn't usually bother to take off, but he wears so little, it wouldn't be much of a show just to lose his shirt. The bracers each have a buckle, and it takes him a few moments to loose and pull off each one, and he does both while watching Shaw with the ease of practice. ]
You know, I think I remember something like this in what I told you by the ocean. What was it?
[ He opens the buckles on the side of his vest without rushing, pretending to think when he remembers every word. It was the reverse of this, but that's fine. Thor's never been good at following plans exactly as they're made to be followed, anyway. He pretends to realize. ]
Ah, me stripping down while you fingered yourself for me. I think that's how that went.
[ It wasn't. More importantly, though... Thor shrugs out of his vest, and lingers only for a moment to allow Shaw the view of him bare-chested, before he drops the vest aside and turns, lets Shaw enjoy the sight of his back as he paces back around the room. ]
There's lube in here, right?
[ Hopefully, or Shaw's not getting fucked. And hopefully he directs Thor where to find it, or Thor's going to paw through all of his roommate's things again while seeking some out. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 01:27 am (UTC)Caught in this reverie at first his only reaction to Thor's jest is to stare with mouth half-open in the stupidest look of bemusement.
He blinks, slow, and then finally enough of himself surfaces for air that his mouth closes to twitch with a scoffing smirk. Acknowledging the remark as a fair shot, but not entirely laughing along with it.
Of course by then Thor has moved along to actually giving him said show and though his expression stays relatively set it still becomes increasingly heated and hungry as the other man goes through the motions of undressing, slowly. He doesn't mind the lingering over the bracers. Though he wasn't anticipating Thor responding so literally, he does like a little show. Considering he's into both competence and combat, there's actually something particularly arousing about watching those big rough hands work apart his almost medieval armor with such experienced ease. Hot. Another addition to the growing list of things he didn't know he was into before this place.
He sits there on the bed, leaning back on his hands. And then the vest actually drops and he sees the size of those muscles rippling beneath his skin and...oh. Now that. That sure is something. He has to bite his lip and breathe out through his nose with an audible "uhnf".. He's not entirely successful at holding back a longing grin, neck craning to watch the subtle movement across that broad back as he swaggers away; yet another fraction of a pause before he responds to a question.]
Ahh. Eyuh. [Dammit brain, focus. Process words.] Uh, yeah. Over there, in that drawer. Top on the left. There's liquor in there too.
[A mostly full heavy glass bottle of something dark amber and strong but smokey sweet, and several packets of that experimental lube he's been hoarding. Both tested out first, by him, on Matt as a matter of fact.
While Thor's back is turned, Shaw remembers he's still half-wearing his jeans, and that his briefs are still on. Swiftly he goes to take care of that, unlacing his boots and then tugging down his remaining clothes, intending to kick them aside. There's an audible thunk as the boot-sheathe of the knife he's rarely taken off since his arrival here hits the floor, and he mentally curses himself, startled and annoyed. Swiftly he tries to shove everything back under the bed with his foot and hopes Thor didn't hear that and wonder.]
oh god the experimental lube LOL
Date: 2018-07-08 05:36 am (UTC)He finds the lube first, in packets he hasn't seen before, and takes all there is, because more is always better, and he doesn't plan on crossing the room again, or being so far away from Shaw's skin if he can help it. He lifts and eyebrow and glances over his shoulder again at the mention of liquor. It sounds like something of an admittance that Shaw does remember that conversation, but Thor doesn't call him out on it, only takes the bottle up and uncaps it, inhales the smell of it, decides it's far better than whatever was in that utility closet he found, and closes it off again, drawing two glasses and the bottle in the spread of one hand while the other's occupied with those packets. (He doesn't hear anything but shuffling, besides the clatter of glass he makes himself.)
Thor stops as he turns back to find Shaw naked for him, and there's a pleasant sight. He didn't even have to ask. He looks surprised at first, but the expression melts quickly into something please, and warm, with hunger as his eyes rake shameless over Shaw's thighs, and his cock, and his stomach and chest as he closes the distance, and stands over Shaw, unnecessarily close, the crotch of his leather pants at eye-level close, and offers Shaw the hand with the glasses and bottle, to take one for himself, and he drops the packets of lube on the bed at Shaw's side for use later, to free his other hand so that he can take the bottle and pour them each a glass. ]
That's a good look for you: naked. You should wear it more often.
just remember to shake it GENTLY thor, GENTLY
Date: 2018-07-08 06:26 am (UTC)(Of course lest Thor think he's lost the upper hand somehow...well between the fresh red marks on Shaw's skin in several tender places in the shape of the Asgardian's mouth that are going to be nice and dark bruises by tomorrow, and the arousal that's gathered at the base of his cock that is already notably starting to stiffen him up...the point is, he hasn't lost it. Not even remotely.)
He takes the glass he's offered and holds it out evenly for Thor's pour. Trying not to look over at the pile of lube packets to his side, but the unseen sight is like an itch at his skin.]
I would, but I'd hate to send the wrong message.
[The remark is glib, with overtly feigned primness.]
he missed that part of the tour. this'll be fine
Date: 2018-07-08 08:26 am (UTC)What message, that you're eager to fuck? On a planet designed for it?
[ He raises the glass and drinks all of it. Not a sip. He takes it like a shot, because it may as well be a sip, for what little it warms him. Tastes good, though. He saves the last of the sip in his mouth, and sets the glass on the floor also. He could refill it again, considers sitting on the other side of the room like he'd said on that beach, but he'd rather get his hands on Shaw now, so he continues pretending to forget. Instead, he leans down and kiss Shaw's mouth again, deeply, sharing that last sip with him by the push of his tongue, and chasing the taste even after it's swallowed down. He lets one of his knees fall comfortably between Shaw's thighs on the bed again, and starts opening the laces of his pants even before the kiss ends. ]
It's alright to admit it, if you're afraid. Of what people might say, what they might do to you if they saw you like I see you now, walking the halls with your cock out...
[ His hands are busy on his own pants, so he can't grab that cock for emphasis. But he shoves in a little closer with his knee, offering a little friction in the form of sliding leather before he leans back again to standing, and takes a few steps back before resuming that show from before, taking off his boots this time, and his pants, leaving only the black boxer-briefs beneath, a small square of clothing left on him that he removes also right after, and kicks aside. ]
WELP we're doomed
Date: 2018-07-08 04:55 pm (UTC)He can't help himself. He spreads his legs wider and slides close almost greedily, barely keeping himself from grinding rather than gently rubbing on Thor's thigh. The feel of the leather in this context is almost as good if totally different from skin on skin.
He's not sure anymore if Thor's words are intended as sexy teasing banter or completely serious. He continues to respond in his own fashion as if they're the former, trying to keep this exchange something like lighthearted in a strained attempt to cut back on how desperate he feels for Thor to do what he will with him.]
I could protect whatever passes for my 'virtue' if it came to that. I assure you. [His expression as he leers those words couldn't possibly look more, well...mercenary.] But it's not a sight meant for every pair of eyes. I'm far from ashamed but I am selective, over who gets to see this.
[Since Thor has already parted their bodies to attend to what's left of his clothes it's easier for Shaw to slip back on the bed, leaning back into a lounging position which with casual purposefulness shows off his stomach, chest and arms better. All he needs is a rose in his teeth, really; not that what he's got is anything on Thor. He still keeps the ability to make words happen after the other strips entirely, which he privately gives himself a gold star for. Not that it keeps him from staring directly at Thor's cock and thinking about how that's going to be in him soon - a notion which makes him both tense and shiver, in all the best ways.]
Wouldn't want just anybody to think they could walk up and I'd be ready for the taking. I like to be courted a bit first.
[He smirks on that last part, obviously teasing and yet...not: has what Thor's done count as "courting"? It's foreplay, at least, which yes actually, is what Shaw likes. He came into the stage of just being able to slam back a few drinks and messily pair off with someone in a bathroom too early in life. Now that type of thing just bores him.]
i can't wait haha
Date: 2018-07-09 04:18 am (UTC)Courted? Is that what I did?
[ Shaw presents himself like any painter would dream his model to be: practiced pose on the bed, begging to be thrown off his axis and defiled for daring to look so enticing. And it works as intended, luring Thor back in, clothing all gone, lube nearby, and a drink ready to be spilled in Shaw's hand. He's further back now, and kneeling on the bed isn't enough to get Thor close enough. He all but has to crawl to get back where likes, but that's fine. He can enjoy himself along the way. His hands skim over Shaw's bare ankles and up his calves, and his mouth falls after, pressing sucking kisses to the inside of one knee, and up, with words spoken in between. ]
Does that make this our wedding night?
[ He kisses the inside of Shaw's thigh, and the join of his hip just beside his cock, where he licks and sucks hard to blood another mark, hands spread wide to keep Shaw's thighs held down where they are. ]
maybe he should handle opening the lube...
Date: 2018-07-09 04:44 am (UTC)[He huffs a laugh, even as his head goes back and his eyes shut, savoring the hands pushing back on his legs, holding him in place, and the action of Thor's experienced mouth on that sensitive skin inside.]
I'd make a terrible hubby. Probably a worse wife. [He sighs, leaning almost all the way back on the bed, before lifting his glass finally to take a drink. The glass trembles as Thor continues his work.] Don't have it in me to even play at being domestic...it's not in my blood.
nah fail sex is fun
Date: 2018-07-09 06:07 am (UTC)"Domestic" is an interesting idea, and the idea of a man being a wife, as if husband and wifely duties are set by gender. Shaw should've met Thor's mother, or Sif, or Valkyrie, or any of the women of Asgard, really. He might think twice. For his part, Thor doesn't mind domesticity if it means caring for someone he loves. Shouldn't both people involved do that, clean and cook and help one another? He doesn't argue it though, only hums. He's not looking for a debate with Shaw's skin warm under his mouth and his cock ready and waiting, and so nearby. Which is exactly why he takes Shaw's cock in his hand then, to end any debate in the conversation, and drags his rough chin against the soft skin of it before following the scratch with the gentler press of his lips. ]
You're lucky then to have found a husband so willing to serve.
[ He breathes the words against the length of Shaw's cock, teases the head with kisses and sucks at the head only briefly before dipping lower and taking more into his mouth, a hand pressed hard just above his cock, low on his stomach, to keep his hips held down.
Good luck with that drink. ]
it is also ic for shaw to think to stop him from making a mess, tho, so either way really
Date: 2018-07-09 06:39 am (UTC)Whatever quip he could've thought to make at this point is lost. Thor's mouth is on his cock, those clever lips and tongue going to work on him, another of those big hands in place to keep from being able to move. Not that he'd be even considering moving.
Shaw swears effusively, in a breathless exhale. His arm jerks and what's left in his glass after that last swallow splashes around them. He lets the empty vessel drop from his fingers and it thumps to the bed, before rolling off the side to the floor.
He's going hard with comical speed against the roof of Thor's mouth; it's embarrassing, actually. There's color tinging the high points of his cheeks and forehead that has less to do with outright arousal than it might appear.
It's such a struggle to focus when he wants to surrender, when his body is already surrendering for him. But he glances around and realizes there are trails of liquor spilled all over the back of his hand. When he licks it off he does it slow and deliberate, keeping the action at an angle he'll know Thor can see. Even as he's starting to breathe heavy from what Thor is doing to him.]
i'm insulted on thor's behalf that you plan on having shaw do any thinking rn
Date: 2018-07-09 05:20 pm (UTC)He doesn't need to look up to gauge Shaw's reactions, but he's glad when he does on a long stroke back, tongue dragging under the ridge at the tip of his cock, hand following the slide up as he watches with arousal-darkened two-colored eyes, to see Shaw licking the back of his hand the same. Thor pulls off only long enough to smile, before ducking down and picking up the rhythm again with his mouth right where his hand had left off. ]
all i can say to that is LMAO
Date: 2018-07-09 06:55 pm (UTC)As his hands drops from his mouth at first he bites his lip and shuts his eyes. He can't hold it in for very long though as Thor keeps adding just enough to momentum to keep pushing that edge a little further. Always enough to deprive him of any sense of balance, always enough to keep him wanting more. He's gasping his breaths through an open mouth, one fist twisting around a clutch of sheets. The fingers of his other hand splay almost like a muscle spasm.
He looks down at the confident and heady gaze of the man tormenting his cock so exquisitely; at the naked expanse of that broad muscular body. How did a man that he read from the start as strong and impatient ever manage to become practiced enough at this type of finesse. He marvels at it - in the distant part of himself still able to think about anything right now other than how good he feels but also how helpless, a prisoner to his own body's thwarted reactions.]
Christ. Fuck. God, you, you...you're not a god, you're a monster.
[The gasped out words have a pleading keen to them, and despite his near outrage they're hardly meant as an insult. He doesn't want him to stop, what he wants, needs is more.]
1/2 here it comes
Date: 2018-07-10 03:03 am (UTC)The words make it pretty obvious. Thor laughs, low in his throat, as he pulls back finally, replacing the pull of his mouth with the stroke of his hand again as he answers, and his other hand searches the bed near Shaw's side for the lube from before. ]
I've never been called a monster for sucking cock before. I could stop, if you'd like.
[ Thor offers just to hear the opposite, and hfinally, his hand finds its aim in his blind groping. He grabs up one of the packets from the sheets, and then opens it as he's opened half a dozen of them before: by tearing the foil of it with his teeth. ]
2/2 the money shot
Date: 2018-07-10 03:03 am (UTC)Oh. Oh, it doesn't even taste good. Ugh. He spits again, this time into the sheets to clear his mouth, and wipes his face again with the opposite elbow before finally looking at Shaw for sympathy. ]
Wow. That's... awful. You should've let me use the strawberry one.
I'M DYING WHY THIS THOR WHY
Date: 2018-07-10 03:52 am (UTC)No, don't you stop. Don't you dare stop now, or I'll make sure you regret it, you bastard.
[This growled proclamation is full of heat and pleasure, a threat that is it's own kind of begging in response to Thor's taunt. He knows he's being led around now. As much as it makes a part of him want to hiss and spit, he's at the same time too far gone to care. If Thor hasn't quite reduced him to openly begging to be fucked yet, he's still stripped him of a lot of layers of chilly defense in an impressive amount of time, to get him to be so emotive in laying bare his raw need.
So caught up in it is he, head dropped back slightly, eyes half-closed, trying not to writhe against the sheets, he utterly fails to realize Thor's grabbed up one of the packets. If he did he would have had the presence of mind to remind him - to warn him, since Thor doesn't know what he does it would seem - that he has to be careful when opening them.
The next thing he knows is that sound, a big chemical splat as suddenly most of his body is drenched in chemical lube.
A long dead silence of shock as he stares at Thor and down at his body and at this mess. A single hard blink is the preface to him finally coming out of his disbelieving fugue.]
...Are you fucking kidding me.
he tries his best
From:he earns all of the shiny "you tried" gold stars i guess
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From:it really has been lol sob
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